I Could Pretend

As I lie on my couch, winding down for the night I thought of you.
I looked out my window and your face came to mind, and I considered the fact that I would like to be lying next to you; all cuddly and warm.

I could pretend that you were here, sitting by my side, loving on me, and making me laugh. You, saying everything without saying anything at all.

I could pretend that we were listening to music, staying up way too late; me wishing it would never end.

As I looked up at the purple hue that the light pollution provides, I am somehow comforted to know that we sleep under the same sky eventhough it seems that we are worlds apart; you doing your thing and me doing mine.
I never forgot, nor will I ever forget the times we had together. It all seems so mushed together, like it was so long ago and only yesterday all at once.

I could pretend that we are together. It's early morning and one of us is usually totally out of it, sleepy-eyed yet sweet. We would eat breakfast together and everything would be perfect. I would take in every moment just as precious as a breath of clean country air.

I could pretend that we are on the couch together, lying spoon-style, wrapped up in eachother. I would feel your heat and heart beat and you would inhale my smell and nuzzle your nose into my neck and kiss my head. How beautiful that would be.

When I look out into the sky tonite, against the black trees I see you and wish you were here or I were there.

I could pretend you are with me, but nothing is as good as the real thing.

Missing you today, as always. I love you friend.